Phantom of Delight
Added 2021-12-31 13:57:50 +0000 UTCShe was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.
– from a poem by William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
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PHOTOS: Sharing another bunch of aerial photos of my dear friend Crystal, who has been battling cancer. Her bravery is such an inspiration!
Instagram: @mustbecrystal
